Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Belarus and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Soulsonic Force to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Rakim,
Crispy Ambulance,
F. McDonald,
Marcia Griffiths,
Oneida,
Anthony Braxton,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Crash Course in Science,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fad Gadget,
Funky Four + One,
Moss Icon,
Scott Walker,
Joe Smooth,
Technova,
Porter Ricks,
Matthew Bourne,
Goldenarms,
Big Daddy Kane,
Infiniti,
Andrew Hill,
Dave Gahan,
The Techniques,
The Walker Brothers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Erasure,
Vladislav Delay,
Gang of Four,
Aaron Thompson,
The Standells,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Black Bananas,
Moebius,
Von Mondo,
Alton Ellis,
Reuben Wilson,
Robert Hood,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Deepchord,
X-101,
Rites of Spring,
Q and Not U,
Intrusion,
Johnny Clarke,
L. Decosne,
R.M.O.,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pet Shop Boys,
T.S.O.L.,
The Wake,
The Misunderstood,
Althea and Donna,
Sällskapet,
New Order,
Public Image Ltd.,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Swans,
Kenny Larkin,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.